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1. He Just Laughs
Like a tightrope walker,
he teeters across the back of the park bench. He flails his arms for balance but falls anyway, laughing. She laughs, too, as he dusts himself off, but he knows she is impressed. Dropping to the grass next to where she sits, he pushes her back and kisses her. It's warm in the park, but she's comfortable in her flower print dress. The dress reminds him of spring. It makes him think of the wind, the way it ripples around her body. He kisses her and rolls onto his back, laughing again. He feels he loves her. He thinks about this and notices that she is laughing. This makes him smile, to know she is happy. He finds her enticing and thinks perhaps it is her hair. It's rich and brown and hangs to just above her shoulder. Something about it reminds him of a horse's mane. He decides not to mention this, not wanting to compare her to a horse. Instead, he reaches out and takes a handful of it and tugs and says, "I love your hair." He runs his fingers through it for a little while then plays with the nape of her neck. She likes this and smiles and scoots closer to him. She rolls onto her side and pats his stomach like it was a small drum. He doesn't know if he likes thinking that his stomach is like a small drum, but he likes it when she pats it so he doesn't say anything. He just laughs. |